Ahhhh...1 Holmescest please? ^__^
“My? I’m scared of the storm. Can I sleep in your bed?”
Mycroft chuckled despite himself. He disliked being woken in the night, but sight of his now fully grown brother standing at his bedside doing his best to look like a vulnerable child (and failing since he couldn’t keep the smirk from his face) went some way toward makings up for his interrupted sleep.
“You’re twenty three,” he reminded his brother, but he lifted the corner of his duvet all the same, and let Sherlock’s slender form slip in beside him. Outside the thunder rumbled and rain lashed the windows.
“You always look after me, big brother,” Sherlock said, only half joking, and Mycroft placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and lay back down, the two of them shuffling around until they were both lying on their sides, Sherlock pressed back against Mycroft.
Mycroft had just begun to doze off again, when Sherlock began to move.
It was slow at first, gentle enough that, had he been asleep, if probably wouldn’t have woken him, but even drifting on the edge of consciousness and through two pairs of pyjamas, it was unmistakable. Sherlock was grinding against him.
“I never was scared of storms,” Sherlock whispers, pushing his arse back into Mycroft’s cock. “Even as a child.”
“I know,” Mycroft told him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You didn’t start claiming to be until you were seven, and you found out I’d let you in my bed. And of course, there’s the way that once you his puberty, you used every storm as an excuse to try and seduce me.”
Sherlock laughed, rubbing himself back against Mycroft’s rapidly hardening cock.
“You never tried to turn me away as I recall,” he said, a touch breathily, memories of his big brother looking after him affecting him just as much as the feel of Mycroft’s cock pressed against his arse in the here and now. “Not even when I started turning up naked.”
“And you didn’t figure out that I enjoyed it, even when I started letting you rub off on me,” Mycroft pointed out with a smile.
“Ooooh.” Sherlock rolled over, pressed his cock against Mycroft’s thigh. “Let me? For old time’s sake?”
Mycroft smiled, and kissed his brother’s forehead. “When have I ever said no, little brother?”